How could the paucity of
language, characterize the
the mesmerizing spell, Kevin
Durant, the MVP of the NBA’s
Oklahoma Thunder, placate all
those caring humans, within his
voice; its sound waves traveling faster ,
than Einstein’s speed of light 186,000 m.p.h
II
Synchronizing Mother’s Day moment as a tribute to
Goethe’s mothers in Faust” and his
own, sitting in the third row.
His state of mind, its calibration off the court:
in civies, simply put.
A Mother’s Day that went beyond the celebration
into a spellbinding inspiration.
A predestined epiphany.
III
Could Grimm, Aesop, Hans Christian Anderson, the Bard,
Strip such a scorching consciousness;
from a hero, whose fame
and notoriety go beyond
his all court vision to a
selflessness that transcends
his aura.
Into a realm, earthlings rarely
get t to recognize and identify in
and out of cyberspace.
IV
In the competitiveness of wins
and losses of games. The sweats
to succeed…..Stan Musial on his harmonica, Lou Gehrig,
Ted Williams, Joe Torre in his role as Yankee manager, Hank Aaron, Curt Flood, Jackie Robinson,(Branh Rickey, Brooklyn Dodgers@ Montague Street) ) Derek Jeter, Mariano (“Mo”)Rivera, Mickey Mantle, Joe DiMaggio, Wilt Chamberlain, Bill Russell, Bill Sharman, Phil Jackson, Willie (“Say hey,kid”George Steinbrenner, the late Yankee owner, “old reliable”Tommy Heinrich.
Mays, Michael Jordan, Scotty Pippen, Elgin Baylor, Jerry West,
Magic Johnson, “Jabbar”, Bill Walton, his
Coaches John Wooden, Jack “Doc” Ramsey.
V
Cry the flood of tears until his ducts are empty
Kevin Durant the teardrops dripping, the audience
“Apartment to apartment in our shuffle, growing up.
Our mother pulling us to practice and practice. When
we had little to eat, you made sure we ate, while you wet
to sleep hungry.
You sacrificed for us. My two brothers
and myself.
VI
“I don’t know what you did until you had
my brothers at eighteen. Three years
later, I came out when you were 21.
VII
In the summers, you made me run up and
down the hill. You worked until the middle of
the night, until we got furniture. A real bed.
A living room….
We weren’t supposed to be here. You made
us believe.
IX
You kept us off the streets. Put clothes on our backs.
Food on the table.
When you didn’t eat, you made sure we did. You went
to sleep hungry, sacrificing for us.
You are the real MVP.”
May 8, 2014. “The Oklahoma Kid”, 1939’s Dust Bowl
